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If love were a drug, I’d be an addict.

I would be sweating, aching for another hit.

I would plead and beg, say anything for one.

The slow death of detox would take me over.

Both hot and cold, motionless I would lay in my bed

Until the urge came over me to scream.

Nurses would rush to my side to inject

Their feel-good poison into my veins.

The straps would hurt my wrists,

Sternly holding me to my bed frame.

Recovery would be impossible in my mind,

But maybe someday I could break that wall.